On whiskey drinks and cigarette afternoons,
men with ties eye women with pencil skirts.
The red-lipped stay silent
as the straight-lipped edge away.
Literary capacity maintains decorum
and technology remains on edge.
Tailored language and status quo
keep people in place, liberated or beaten down.
Keeping up with the Joneses
means learning what Suburbia requires.
Fine dining and late nights are saved
for distant, betrayed, younger loves.
The youth are distanced and placated
and the aged look on with horror and elitist cocktails.
These fine men sober and apologize
to these fine women who whine and wine and dine.
The fine china is still kept dusted
and the comic-strip Sundays remain sacred.